I'm not sure if anyone remembers this story, since it
was posted a mere seven years ago. Seven FUCKIN' Years! Where has
the time gone? But, like my other story, "Dan The Man", I am reposting
this story with some changes and new chapters. This was my second story
that I had ever written on Nifty and it is still one of my favorites. This
is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is coincidental.
Copyright 2000, 2007.

As usual, if you are under 21 or 18 (whichever applies
in your area), don't read on. If
anything associated to cocksucking repulses you, don't read on. For the
rest of you, however, join Ryan, Brett, Eric, and the gang one more time as I
proudly re-present, "Collision"!

Collision, Part I
"The First Collision"By Joey E

My first day of school at a new school. I wasn't looking forward to it. I was a shy
kid, and didn't know how I would fair in this new school of mine. My family moved from
a small city, Bethlehem, PA to a more unpopulated area in South Jersey. For example,
my old high school had 2,000 kids in it. And it was one of the three high schools in the
small city. This high school had about 800 kids total! I wasn't looking forward to it at
all.

I was thinking about how it would be to still be going to my old high school,
seeing all my friends that I grew up with, including my best friend Ed. But that was
nearly 90 miles away. It wasn't too far to visit once in a while, which was a good thing
in my opinion. However, we had moved at the end of the summer into a brand new
house in a brand new development and no one had kids my age. I was sort of glad to
be able to finally meet someone my own age, but still apprehensive about it.

Since I was 17, I could drive to school, which is exactly
what I did, driving my parent's third car that was not worth trading in for
their new one. At least I had a car for freedom, I thought as I drove to school.
I didn't have any trouble finding my homeroom, being that it all was in only
one building on one floor (as opposed to four buildings each with at least two
floors and some three).

The morning went by fast, going to classes, getting textbooks.
I hardly talked to anyone, because I knew no one and they didn't seem to care
for me. Then it came time for lunch. And my world was about to change. I
followed suit what everyone else was doing, going to their lockers, then going
to the cafeteria, getting in line, and finally sitting down with their friends.
I just sat down at an empty table, not in the back, but far away from the center.
I looked around the room, scanning faces, slowly eating my food.

I suddenly caught a face out of the corner of my eye. I immediately focused on
the face and just stared at it. It was a beautiful face-short brown hair, blue eyes. He
was smiling, showing his dimples in his cheeks. I couldn't stop staring. He sat down to
the table he was standing above and chatted with his friends. I kept watching him
throughout the lunch period. I couldn't get his face out of my head.

I went to my 8th period class, which was Human Anatomy and Physiology, my
only honors course I was taking. It looked like it was going to be fun, but a lot of work.
9th period I had gym, 10th period I had US Government. The bell rang, and I went to
my locker. I opened up the door to exit the building, and got run over by some maniac
who knocked me to the ground in a second.

I'm not a big guy, about 5'2", 100lbs, toned, short blonde
hair, piercing blue eyes, and about 27" waist and smooth. :) So, it was easy
to see why this giant running idiot would knock me down. All I heard was laughing
and then boom, I fell on my back.

"Yo buddy!" I heard a voice say. "Are you all right?"

I opened my eyes up and saw that kid I was staring
at in the cafeteria earlier today. I just looked at him, with my mouth open. I'm
sure I looked pretty stupid.

"Here, let me help you up," he said, offering his hand.

I took his hand and he pulled me up more than I pushed myself up. He smiled at
me, and I couldn't help smiling back.

"Sorry, bud. I don't usually knock people over like
that," he said, chuckling.

"That's okay," I finally said, putting my backpack on my back.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Aside from my head hurting like a bitch, I seemed to be okay.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, rubbing the back of my head which obviously had been
slapped against the hard floor.

People just kept on passing us through the stairwell out the door to their
freedom.

I stuck my hand out and meekly
shook his. I looked at his hand and then followed his arm up to his face again.
He was
wearing a short sleeve shirt, and I could see all the muscles contracting when he shook
my hand. He had a smile on his face.

"Cool, nice to meet you. I'm Ryan," I said, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"I don't think I ever seen you here before. Are you new?" he asked, looking
intently at me as if there was nothing else in the hallway but us.

"Yeah, just moved here about two weeks ago. First day of
school here for me," I said, trying to remain calm without just collapsing in
front of him. He was cute. As we talked, I gave him the total check out. He
actually was cuter than cute. This boy was handsome! It looked like he
had nicely defined pecs underneath his white t-shirt. And those legs, which
were slightly hairy and very developed. About 6'2", 190lbs, light brown
hair, green eyes, and....ugh.

"And sorry about knocking you over, bud. It'll never happen again," he said before he
started walking away.

"You better make sure that it doesn't," I said, grinning.

He turned around again and laughed. "See ya, Ry," he said, waving to me.

Well at least he knows my name I thought as I had
continued my journey to my car. I walked slowly, because there was nothing for
me to rush home for. And sure enough, five minutes later, I saw him again. He
was over two spots away from me, with three of his friends, all who were about
his size. But, he was the one that caught the eye. He grinned when he
noticed me.

"Hey Ry!" he said, waving.

I waved back as I threw my book bag in the back seat. "See ya later, Brett."

What a day. I thought, as I drove away and headed back
to my boring life in my brand new house with my family. it wasn't too bad. Besides
my parents, I also had a kid brother who was 14 and my older sister was away
at college. I didn't do much when I got home. All I remember is jerking off,
thinking about Brett the whole time.

The next morning I was hoping to run into Brett in the student parking lot.
However, is aw his car was already there, so I figured i was too late to see him. I
walked slowly to the back entrance of the school and went inside to my locker. As I
was leaving homeroom to go to my first class of the day, I clumsily bumped into
someone as I was looking up to see the room numbers.

"Hey, Ry!" I heard a familiar name say.

I backed away from this big chest I ran into. I smiled immediately when I saw his
cute face. So boyish, but also manly. I felt like I was going to fall over.

"Trying to get me back for what I did to you yesterday?" he asked me.

I laughed, and said, "Yeah, actually. Did it work?"

"Uh," he said, suddenly changing his stance and grabbing
his rib cage with his left hand. "Ooo, bud, what the fuck?"

All I could do was laugh.

He laughed along with me and it was a wonderful sound.
He put his arm around me and asked, "Where are you off to?"

"Uh, U.S. Government."

"Oh cool! Who do you have?" he asked, taking his arm
back.

"Mr. Miller," I replied.

"Cool! We're in the same class together. Wait a sec, and I'll walk with you," he
said, turning around to his other friends.

He said his goodbyes to his other jock friends, members of football team I think, and left with me. I was totally amazed. Here I
was, the second day of classes, and I was walking with this giant. I felt good. We
talked all the way to class about what different classes we had and found out we had a
few together. I thought it was a little strange for him to take me under his wing like this,
but I wasn't going to complain.

We sat next to each other in class until the teacher, who Brett told me was an
asshole, assigned us seats. Unfortunately, we didn't have any other morning classes
together.

"So, you wanna go out with me to lunch later on?" he asked, as we were
gathering our books up to go to the next period class.

"Uh," I said, shocked that he asked me. "S-s-sure," I finally managed to
respond.

He gave me the biggest smile. "Okay, that would be awesome. I'll meet you at
your locker."

I wasn't sure, I didn't want to make this more than it seemed to be, but I was
almost positive that he was checking me out before he turned to leave. I know I was
checking him out the whole class period. 6', 170lbs, short brown hair, bright blue eyes,
and a great smile, with great legs that were thinly coated with hair, just enough.
Absolutely no hair on his arms, and none that I could see on his chest through the neck
of his t-shirt he was wearing.

I went through four more periods of 40 min classes. Nothing too exciting. I
honestly couldn't wait for lunch time. At least I could talk to someone. Finally, 11:52
AM came around, and I fled to my locker. I found Brett looking good standing in front of
my locker before I even got there.

I must've had a big grin on my face, because he smiled back to me.

"Hey, Ry," he said, softly.

"Hi," I responded. He moved out of my way so I could open my locker. I
switched books and we were on our way.

"So, where do you want to eat today, bud?" he asked. In my old high school, we were
not allowed to go out for lunch. I was still fascinated by the fact they gave us an hour to
go out for lunch (seniors only of course).

"Doesn't matter to me," I responded, holding the door for him. Along the way to
his car, he saw plenty of people he know, each asking him what he was doing for lunch,
inviting him to come along with them. He turned all of them down, surprisingly to me. I
was amazed at how many people knew him.

He even drove a nice fuckin' truck, a fuckin' Toyota 4Runner. I was
amazed.

"It's open," he said, getting into the SUV. I opened the passenger's door and
hopped in.

"Good," he said, looking into my eyes, pausing before shifting the gear into
reverse.

I was sweating by that point. It was hot, sure, but it was hotter when Brett was
around me.

"What kind of music do you like?" he asked, as he put on the radio.

"Oh, all kinds, man. Anything from classical to pop/rock without going to the
extreme of any type like metal or rap."

"Cool, me too," he answered.

"Well, I'm sort of a composer/arranger. I love all kinds of music," I answered.

"Really?" he asked, looking at me, sounding very interested.

"Yep."

"what instruments do you play?" he asked.

"Well the piano is my main instrument, but I also play the alto sax."

"Cool! I used to play the sax too. Now I just play guitar," he said, turning into a
McDonalds.

"Really? Awesome! We'll have to get together and jam sometime," I said,
excited about finding someone else who was musical.

We talked more about our music background. he had been playing the guitar
since he was about 7, and I had been playing the piano since I was three. He told me
he often wanted to form a band, but never really got around doing that. I had also
similar ambitions, but my true dream was to become famous composer. I wanted to
write for pop/rock bands, and eventually write a broadway musical.

"I'm sorry, you just didn't seem the type," I said, embarrassed at my reaction.

"Ah, don't worry about it. A lot of people make
judgments about me that aren't
true. I'm used to it," he said.

I took that as a double meaning, just the way he said it, the way his tone of voice
was. there was something he wanted to tell me. But I refused to let myself think that
he could be possibly be interested in me.

"So, speaking of which, I do take it you're on the football team," I said, point out
his varsity t-shirt for football.

"Yep!" he responded, rather proudly. "I'm the quarterback, actually," he said.

I just looked at him and stared. WOW! I thought to myself. Here I am, eating
lunch with the fuckin' high school quarterback. Damn, how did I get here? Suddenly I
felt very uneasy again. Unfortunately, Brett sensed that.

I looked at his face, still too shocked to say anything. I mean, I was popular in
my old school, seriously. But I never really associated much with the athletic crowd of
the school. So, here I was, second day of school, eating lunch with the quarterback.

"Wow," was all I could manage.

Just then about four guys came in to the fast food joint. they immediately saw
Brett and started walking over. Brett groaned a little and murmured, "Here comes
some of the team."

I could tell he really didn't want to associate with them at the moment. But he
smiled and shook hands with them, saying hi and all. He then introduced me.

"Hey, this is Ry," he said, point to me. I tried to act normal and calm, meeting
these hunks. They were hunks, rugged-looking. Brett on the other hand seemed more
delicate, more sensitive, but still looked all man and muscle. Something in the face.

"Ry, this is Jason, Mark, Trevor, and Bill," he said. "What are you guys up to?"

"Well, we were just getting lunch. You're gonna be at practice today, right?" said
one of the guys.

"Of course," he said.

"Can we sit with you?" asked one of the other guys.

I was slightly disappointed that our time together was going to be disrupted, but
then Ry spoke up.

"Well, Ry and I were just finishing up. So, if you wanna sit here, you can," he
said, looking at me. His face told me that he didn't really want to stay here any longer. I
took that as a hint and got up. it was true, we were almost done with our lunches. He
followed me, and we walked out together.

"Sorry, Joe. I just get sick of those guys sometimes," he said. "They are just so
into football, and that's all they talk about it seems."

"Hey, I should be thanking you for getting me out of there. I was worried that I
would have to sit and be the sixth wheel while you guys talked," I answered honestly.

Brett laughed. He looked back at me before we went through the exit.

"I take it you aren't into sports much?" he asked, smiling.

"Well, I did wrestle for my middle school, but until this summer, high school didn't
have my weight class."

Brian laughed again as we got into his 4Runner.

"Well, were you any good?"

"Yeah I was very good," I said, and that was the truth.

"You should go out for it this year. I'm on the team too, we could use a
lightweight. How much do you weigh?"

"About 100 pounds"

"Yeah, man, we need a 103," he said.

"Okay, well, we'll see," I answered.

On the way back to school, I couldn't help myself and I checked him out several
times. The last time I was caught red-handed as I had my eyes on his chest when he
looked over at me. Surprisingly, he just grinned and said nothing. Nothing was said
after that. I felt uncomfortable.

"Ryan," he said, getting out of the SUV when we were back at school. "We
should get together over the weekend sometime and jam. It would be fun!" he said,
smiling looking directly into my eyes.

"Cool! What class do you have now?" he asked as we were walking back to the
school building.

"Uh, Physics," I answered. He got a big grin on his face.

"You have it too?" I asked.

"You guessed it," he responded.

I really was starting to enjoy his company and his humor. And what's more, he
seemed to like spending time with me. I was amazed at how easy it was to make him
laugh. We laughed all through Physics class, and the teacher gave us some dirty
looks. It was fun, though.

The last two periods of the day were dull without my new friend in them. I went
to my locker and made the switch of books, and closed the door, and turned around to
leave. I was looking up however this time, and didn't run into someone who was
standing almost right in back of me.

"Hey Brett," I said.

"Hey, stud," he joked. "How's it going?"

"Not bad, not bad at all. You off to practice?" I asked, smiling.

Brett rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, as usual. But, hey, we got a game
tonight man. You should come to it."

"Well, I don't know, man," I said, knowing that I hardly knew anyone who would
be there. Practically the only person I would know would be out on the field.

"Aw, come on, man. I want you to come," he said, still grinning, putting his hand
on my shoulder lightly.

I looked at his face and couldn't resist. I broke in to a grin. "All right, fine," I
answered.

He smile got bigger and he said, "Great! I'll see you there. then we can talk
about getting together this weekend, too."

By this time, I figured out that either he was really hard up for a normal friend, or
that he was attracted to me. I didn't care which it was. I was just happy to have a
friend. I drove home, told my parents my plans, and they said it was okay. There
wasn't any reason why they wouldn't. What a night this was turning out to be.

Well, this is where I asked in the original version whether
it was worth continuing the story or not? Being that I know the answer now
and the fact that there are over thirty chapters, I'm not going to even ask
that. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the re-released Collision.
Please send any comments to
NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com. Thanks!